17
Renegotiation
Charlotte
Do I want Oliver to spend the night with me in my bed? Yes, absolutely. But we have an agreement, and I’m thinking we would each retreat to our corners again. His request to let him stay with me is not only something I want, but the way he asks, the intensity in his eyes and the deep sexy tone of his voice, touches me deep inside. Still, I don’t want pity sex, although I can’t be sure that’s what this is. Even so, it’s clear he feels bad that I’m alone in the world. Because of him, though, I’m not alone right now. So I take his hand and lead him to my room.
I get in bed, feeling a little self-conscious. Will we have sex again, or is he just wanting to be near me?
He curls his body around mine, kissing my neck below my ear, sending shivers down my body.
“Is this okay?” he asks, making me think he can sense my uncertainty.
“Yes.” In truth, the way his warm body wraps around mine, not only makes me feel less alone, but safe and secure as well.
He settles in and I realize he’s not planning to touch me again, which is a disappointment. I pretend to settle in as well, my butt brushing against him.
He groans. “I’m trying to behave but if you keep teasing my dick, it’ll be difficult.”
“Why are you trying to behave?” I ask, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
He grins. “I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
I turn over and reach down to cup him. “I don’t want you to.”
“Thank fuck,” he says with a wicked grin.
He starts to push me back, but I resist and push him back instead. “I want a turn on top.”
“I love those words.”
I straddle his thighs and look down on him, really soaking him in. He’s amazingly handsome so it’s no surprise he has a reputation as a ladies’ man. I run my hands down his broad, firm chest, letting my fingers scrape over his nipples. He lets out a gasp that fuels my desire.
I drag my fingers lower, over the lines of his six-pack abs and I wonder how he keeps them so hard as I can’t recall him ever going to work out.
Finally, I reach my destination. In my short journey, his dick has gone from semi-erect to hard as steel as it stands up like it’s offering itself to me.
I run my finger along its length, loving how he hisses in response.
“Are you going to torture me?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“Maybe.” I can’t remember ever feeling so sexually powerful as I do right now as I slip my fingers down to gently massage his sacks.
“I may make a mess before you’re ready,” he says.
A flash of heat shoots through my body at the idea of seeing him come. I laugh at myself because while I’ve always enjoyed sex, I’ve never really thought about these things before.
“Are you laughing at me?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m enjoying my newfound sexual power.”
He arches a brow. “You’ve never taken control before?”
I shrug, not wanting to go into my past sexual experiences. They were fine, but not like this.
“Do you like long slow strokes or fast short ones?” I ask as I wrap my hand around his length.
“I like it all, baby,” he says, his head rocking back and his hips lifting as I stroke him.